Sharing and sharing

Inviting another person, even a close lover, into this blog has changed it for me. I like the intimacy and random energy of another voice, another point of view, particularly someone with whom I am as close as Andre.

But sharing with Andre makes me self-conscious about writing about D. Makes me think about how Andre will feel about my posts. Makes me wonder whether to keep my fantasies going, or shape them to my new man.

It's that very tension that appeals to me, that dynamic of walking an edge I find so interesting, but in the end, the only thing left is to be as truthful and as caring as possible, to recognize that in the end no one can control another and what we say and do and think belongs, ultimately, only to us.